“Now remind me, just exactly how do I shake hands with an alien that looks like a beachball and floats five feet above my head?” Harrison said into his throat mike.
“You raise your hand just below it, palm facing up. It will come down to you,” Markham said from the ship’s control room five miles from the cube. “That’s the way it’s worked since number 37.
Harrison followed his control’s instruction. The beachball drifted down and settled on Harrison’s palm. Harrison’s eyes began to glaze over as he stood, frozen into position. His spacesuit began to shimmer from within as his body began to glow brighter and brighter.

[This message has been edited by Owasm (edited April 22, 2009).]